Gift of Enlightenment
Bursting into his quarters on the BSC Impetuous, Garreck staggered breathlessly into the room. Pod fluid dripped from his face and hands and matted his hair. Adrenaline still pumped through his veins so soon after a combat action. Three NOINT cruisers destroyed, and a handful of frigates... A game of cat and mouse through the Amarr system had not ended well for Iceblock and his men. What was it Tury was always saying? Don't be the mouse...
At the moment, Garreck felt like the mouse. A private audience with the Admiral... He had been summoned to the Expert Distribution station in Amarr by Golan Trevize himself, for reasons he could only speculate on.
Towelling himself off, Garreck looked at his meager wardrobe, and pulled out a somewhat fashionable business suit from his days as a trader. Blacksheep Squadron had a loose rank system, but no official uniform, so the old suit would have to do. He could not appear before the Admiral in his unkempt state...
Garreck moved through the station at a hurried but dignified pace. What was this about? A special mission perhaps? Garreck could not recall Golan ever summoning him personally.
Pausing outside the Admiral's office, Garreck checked his appearance, breathed deeply, and stepped in.
The office was definitely that of a successful fleet admiral. Decorations covered walls and shelves, a tactical display was projected onto the far wall, and a large desk sat in the middle of the room was covered in what Garreck assumed were combat action reports.
The Admiral himself stood in front of a particularly prominent display, arms folded behind his back, a distant look in his eyes. Garreck immediately recongnized the Cross of the Sacred Throne Order...a prestigious award that had been bestowed on Golan only the night before.
"Commander Garreck, reporting as ordered, sir."
"Do come in, Garreck." Golan motioned to one of the chairs in front of his desk, and turned to face the somewhat nervous Gallente.
"Are you a believer, Garreck?"
Garreck thought back to his first meetings with Shamir Soza. Shamir had come to Blacksheep at a time when they were little more than a band of disgruntled freelance pilots, angry at society and on the border of piracy. Shamir's preaching had given Garreck a reason to remain civilized and had ultimately led him to the cause he fought for today. Memories of his emotional conversion were fresh in his mind.
"Yes, sir. Religion is an interesting concept for a Gallente, but I read the scriptures regularly, and discuss what I don't understand with Light and the others. It's a daily renewal, but I would not risk my assets and my life for a cause I do not beleive in."
"Good." The Admiral smiled as if he had already known the answer, and strode over to his desk. "I have something for you, Garreck, I want you to read it daily to your men." He reached into a drawer of his desk, and pulled out an aged book.
Garreck stood and approached the desk, taking the book from Golan. Running his hands over the old but very well preserved leather binding, he opened to the first page. There was an enscription there...
"Semper Pax. Heideran VII"
Garreck's hands began to tremble. "Is this...?"
"This is a copy of the Pax Amarria, signed by Heideran himself. This book was touched by our blessed Emperor, Garreck."
Garreck was overcome with emotion. Living the better part of his life as an outcast, it was ironic that he could find such acceptance in the Amarr society. Truly these were a holy, enlightened people.
He looked up at the Admiral with tears in his eyes, visibly moved. "Thank you, sir. The Blacksheep shall hear from these scriptures regularly."
Golan nodded with satisfaction.
Regaining his composure and bearing, Garreck suddenly snapped to attention and rendered a sharp salute. It seemed the appropriate time to say something, but words failed. After a few seconds of silence, it occured to him that there was only one thing to be said: "AMARR VICTOR"
Golan smiled and returned the salute. "Carry on, Commander."
A moving tale - well written Garreck - worthy of Intergalactic I do believe!
Definitely put it up there!
I'm amazed too my friend...
Congratulations with your fine reward. U deserve it, that's for sure...
Great stuff Garreck, it inspired myself to write this piece, and I'll post it on intergalactic under your own piece if you'll approve
Boosteps echoed with a hollow boom in the hallway, as Gaius made his way down towards the archway at the end. The only light cast to keep the darkness at bay came from ancient chandeliers, the wax lights kept burning at all hours, attended carefully by the household serfs.
The sound of his steps bothered the Holder, they somehow intruded on the sanctity of this place, but he had no time to change, no choice but to do what he had to with the time granted him.
Combat operations were continously ongoing in Amarr space, with what could not be described as anything but 'spoiling raids' being performed by the Minmatar rabble throughout the cycle of days.
From underneath the archway appeared a robed duo, their ornaments marking both as chaplains of the House. Lowering his head in a gesture of respect, Gaius came to a halt as the two passed him by without as much as a sound, and much less a hint of a greeting.
It had been some time since he was viewed as a true member of the family, but the choice had been made to join PIE, and nothing could convince him his choice had been the wrong one. When certain the two had left his presence, Gaius passed underneath the archway, willing himself to make no more noise than what he could.
Once inside the Great chamber, he kneeled, making the sign of the cross as a silent prayer to the past Heirs of Kador was offered. Knuckles went white as his grip around the bundle underneath his left arm tightened, and the reverie of the place threatened to overwhelm him.
At the end of the chamber was his goal, the purpose of the visit. At the end of the chamber was the Tomb of the Lady Temal.
It was his brethren in PIE who had attended the ceremony of ascension, where Doriam II had been crowned Emperor, which had retrieved the corpse of the Lady Temal and turned posession of it over to Gaius. Now she was at rest, in this place, where the Glory of Kador eclipsed all.
Step by step, and without a sound, Gaius passed the tombs of the Heirs until he came to face the tomb of Temal.
Unwrapping the bundle he had brought along, Gaius uncovered the Pax Amarria granted him by the grace of PIE Fleet Admiral Trevize.
'Semper Pax. Heidaran VII'
Those words brought no comfort at all, and kneeling down, the tome was placed at the foot of the tomb.
"It should have been you, my Lady. It should have been you."
Less than an hour had passed since Gaius had left the hangar, when the double doors once again parted for his return. TES Doomspinner gleamed in its treacherous brilliance, beckoning him to join it once again underneath the stars of Gods creation.
The tech crew were allready busy at work preparing the neural links of his capsule, departure was not to be delayed.
Ascending the ramp to approach the capsule, Gaius offered a nod at the tech standing by to complete the neural links and the transfer of his mortal vessel into the embrace of the capsule.
"Long live the Emperor" muttered Gaius, as the neural links were engaged.
The words felt like ashes in his mouth.
He walked, cloaked, down the near empty halls of his once great house. His anger over the disgrace of his house still rankled like a splinter in a wound that wont close. Passions always ran high in the Rahl bloodline and Alexander was a true blood through and through. " This house will rise once again Mi,lady" Alexander said in quiet tones.
Opening the great doors to the inner sanctum, their creaking echoing through the now empty chamber, he strode towards the altar with great purpose. Candles burned as always, forever kept lit in honour of the Lady Jamyl Sarum. His household staff were ever vigilant in their duties and Alexander said a quiet prayer for their souls in keeping his now disgraced house clean and free from decay.
" Mi,lady. I was ever yours" he said in dulcet tones, "I know you are out there.... waiting for the right time to reveal your life to the universe." He knelt by the altar and prayed. "The empire needs you now more than ever mi,lady." Alexander opened his robe and slowly unwrapped the package he carried. "Heidaran was weak in many ways but one thing he got right was his neverending quest to bring enlightenment to this sad universe we live in."
Gently placing the tome on the altar he opened his eyes and looked to the heavens, tears streamed down his face as he slowly raised his hands in longing. "I have failed you Jamyl. I was not strong enough to raise you to the position that was yours by right." His hands fell and his body was wracked with shame and dishonour, his head fell down again and he wept for what should have been.
What seemed like hours later he rose slowly, head rising once more. A steely glint appeared in his eyes and the strength of his house rose in his demeanor. "I will bring you back mi,lady and when I do we will have such a war." His fists clenched and his knuckles turned white as he looked once more at the heavens. Rage now appeared on his face and he shouted, "We will have vengeance, and the our enemies will quake in fear at our rising. My house stands ready mi,lady." his voice dropped to a whisper again. " We will have vengeance."
Alexander turned slowly and walked back down the chamber to the door. Opening it, he looked at the guard standing nearby. "Ready the Phoenix for battle. Our return is coming and I will be ready for it."
"This House will once more be strong and proud. No longer will our shame hold us down".
"Yes my Lord Rahl" said the guard as he turned to carry out the orders.
As Alexander walked to his prep chamber he spoke softly " We will have vengeance".
Just thought id continue in the same vein. Had to add to this already excellent thread. Hope mine lives up to it
Much appreciated, friends! And yes, both of you, by all means post it on the intergallactic summit
QUOTEMuch appreciated, friends! And yes, both of you, by all means post it on the intergallactic summit
errr...yeah, that was me.
A visitor in a black-clad uniform opened the door, and silently walked inside. The pale figure lying prone in the hospital bed only nominally resembled the Ezar he remembered. Feeding tubes, heart rate monitors, breathing apparatus, and all manner of other life-support machinery beeped, flashed, and hissed as they labored to keep Ezar alive.
TES Divine Covenant came out of warp near the Boronai jump point in Kador Prime, in the midst of a madness borne of a fleet officer's worst nightmares. The minmatar had sprung their trap, and the entire CVA fleet was engaged in a life or death struggle. The light from exploding cruise missiles dotted space all around, beams of light from Amarrian heavy lasers reached out and smote Minmatar frigates.
Ezar's heart rate began to increase, and his machine-assisted breathing became more rapid. A computerized voice calmly pronouned "Heat rate increasing, administering sedative."
Then the gate sentry guns began to open fire. The filthy terrorists had reprogrammed them to fire on CVA ships! Panic flew throughout the main wedge of battleships, one behemoth after another began to fall under the withering fire. Ciar's battleship lazily spun out of control and exploded right in front of the TES Divine Covenant. Ezar barked the orders to approach and form up on the flagship. The battleship lurched from a cruise missile attack, and it finally began to reply in kind to it's tormentors. At least half a dozen minmatar ships and pods died.
Ezar's head began to loll back and forth, and he began to cough and choke as he muttered beneath the breathing mask. Blood began to well from his bandages. The visitor could barely make out the words "Abandon Ship".
Explosions rocked the TES Divine Covenant as the sentry guns had finally aquired lock on the battleship. It was only a matter of time now, Ezar ordered the hardeners on full power and gave the order to abandon ship. At this point he could only hope to buy time for the crew to escape. Ezar made for his own escape capsule.
Ezar's breathing became ragged and erratic. His arm began to tear at the bindings that held him to the hospital table. The machine calmy stated "Current dosage ineffectual, administering additional sedative".
_The command escape capsule of the TED Divine Covenant came out of warp near the Kador Family Administration space station, having barely escaped the pitched battle. Ezar nudged the capsule towards it's destination, and it responded achingly slow. Unfortunalely, a minmatar terrorist warped in and immediately opened up on the capsule with rapid-fire projectiles.
Ezar heard the scream of thousands of metal slugs against the inadequate armour of his capsule. Circuits exploded, and the pod navigational systems shorted out, burning his face and hands._
Ezar started going into convulsions right before the visitor's eyes. The patient's eyes opened wide, and only the whites of his eyes were visible. The breathing mask muffled his screams of pain.
The minmatar terrorist had finally penetrated the pods armour and hull, as the capsule spun into the station bay out of control. Metal slugs eagerly tore into Ezar's body. The pod slammed into the docking bay floor, throwing him around like a helpless puppet.
Doctors and nurses rushed into the hospital room, ushering the visitor out. Ezar's life signs had gone critical, at least half a dozen machines were chirping in alarm. Darkness fell on Ezar as his heart stopped beating.
How long had passed? Hours? Days? Weeks?
Ezar awoke to an empty hospital room, still attached to life support machinery. The pain in his chest and right arm were unbearable, yet he still had the strength to reach for his Holy Scriptures.
A visitor had left his book open, and had highlighted a particular passage:
The great Amarr Empire was founded to cultivate the spirit of man.
Beneath the book of scriptures lay a copy of Pax Amarria. The signature was bold and clear despite having been done by a very shaky hand:
Semper Pax. Heideran VII
A small note fell out of the cover of the book, it read simply:
_For conduct in battle above and beyond the call of duty. Get well soon Chaplain.
Ezar smiled and coughed, causing pain to shoot through his body. He called for his servants to bring his insurance paperwork, and a list of his surviving crew.
My story is 100% true. Two PFOM pilots (no doubt frustrated by their humiliating defeat) started camping outside of Kador stations in newbie frigates waiting for CVA pods. I was down near the bottom of structure by the time my pod crashed (no way it could have landed gracefully) into the docking bay.
Way to score a kill :roll:
Great account though Ezar, post it up on intergalactic if you haven't allready